The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Chapter 62

Before Lian Zhou had traveled through time, he had a brother named Lian Lou.

If Shan Yu and Lian Zhou was the two boys who grew up together, wearing panties, then Lian Lou was the elder brother who watched over them as they grew.

Unlike Lian Zhou, who was willful and stubborn, Lian Lou could make good decisions and was the proud heir of the Lian family.

The three brothers had big umbrellas and small umbrellas. Just as Shan Yu protected Lian Zhou, Lian Zhou also protected Shan Yu.

Now, suddenly seeing a face that was exactly the same as Lian Lou, the eldest brother of the Lian family in the other world, Shan Yu felt like Lian Zhou when he saw Shan Yu in the brothel, as if he had found his backbone.

As he blurted out “big brother,” he hurriedly pulled Wan Qiu over and ran toward him, but was stopped by a young man beside Lian Lou.

“Young master, have you mistaken me for someone else?”

The young man who spoke was like tall bamboo, with a face as calm as a mountain. He clearly had the same face as the eldest brother of the Lian family, but he didn’t recognize Shan Yu.

“You look very similar to an old friend of mine...” Shan Yu felt disappointed, then noticed the red blood jade hanging at the young man’s waist and asked hurriedly, “Do you have a younger brother named Lian Zhou?”

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The young man was indeed called Lian Lou, and he was the original Lian Zhou’s brother.

In a brief conversation with Lian Lou, Shan Yu learned that his younger brother Lian Zhou had gone missing during a temple fair last year. The Lian family had spent a lot of money searching for him, but there were no clues.

It wasn’t until today, when Lian Lou went out on business and passed through town to attend the famous “Dream of Red Mansions” performance, that he met Shan Yu and learned that his younger brother had been sold to a brothel.

Shan Yu skipped some details and recounted his encounter with Lian Zhou comprehensively. He mentioned the emperor and informed Lian Lou that his younger brother Lian Zhou had entered the palace.

Lian Lou pursed his lips tightly, worry almost becoming palpable in his eyes.

He took back the clothes and jade pendant that belonged to the original Lian Zhou. Without forming a close relationship with Shan Yu, he left a substantial sum of money as a thank you and left in a hurry.

That was the first and last time the two met.

Afterwards, Shan Yu inquired in many places and finally gathered some information about the Lian family from a traveling businessman from the southwest.

They were also in the tea business. Their ancestors had lived in the border areas of the southwest for generations, and now they were as wealthy as the nation itself.

Shan Yu savored those four words carefully, pondering whether the emperor had deliberately approached Lian Zhou for the wealth of the Lian family.

But the world was peaceful, and the treasury was full. How wealthy must the Lian family be to attract the covetous attention of the emperor?

Initially, Shan Yu had been worried only about Lian Zhou. Now, seeing Lian Lou, who shared the same name and surname as the eldest brother of the Lian family, he began to worry about the entire Lian family.@@@@

He delved into ancient books and information, spending entire days in the library within the small courtyard, and soon uncovered some clues.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and Wan Qiu was squirming under the covers. After some kissing and touching that didn’t lead to anything more, Wan Qiu couldn’t help but push him away. “Husband, don’t... um... get up quickly, it’s already noon.”

“Let’s rest today and lay down for a while.”

“No, uh... I need to go to the theater to buy ‘Dream of Red Mansions,’ husband... uh...”

“Let’s talk after a kiss.”

“Then my husband will accompany... um... me...”

“Let’s see your performance.”

“Hmm...”

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Shan Yu accompanied Wan Qiu to the theater to buy “Dream of Red Mansions,” and the queue stretched out the door.

As he roughly calculated the money spent by Wan Qiu on this book, Shan Yu couldn’t help but marvel at the time traveler’s impressive money-making methods.

If he could profit from a thrifty expert like Wan Qiu, he could surely do the same with others. He must have made a substantial amount of money.

“Oh, I’m late.” Wan Qiu stood on tiptoe, peering into the door. “I missed getting Yun Zhongjun’s autograph.”

Shan Yu, indifferent to Yun Zhongjun, who had whimsically altered the four great classics into an odd form, bluntly remarked, “It’s worthless. What’s the use of it?”

Surrounded by fans of Yun Zhongjun, his words were quite offensive.

Wan Qiu tugged on Shan Yu’s sleeve, a little scared everyone might hit him. “Husband, please keep your voice down...”

Shan Yu didn’t take it seriously, casting a cold glance at those who were staring, one by one, before turning back to Wan Qiu. “Just find a cool spot to wait. I’ll stay in line.”

With that, he gently patted Wan Qiu’s backside and instructed him to wait in the breezy corridor.

The August heat was intense, exacerbated by the autumn sun beating down, making scalps tingle. Shan Yu stood among a group of women and shuangers, his tall, straight figure conspicuous, shoulders squared.

“Whose husband is this? He is so attentive to his wife.”

“How romantic...”

“They must be newlyweds; no one else would be so caring...”

Wan Qiu, always cherished by his husband: (*?*)?

It was perhaps the first time he had received such envy from strangers. The world seemed filled with warmth.